Robert Burns is a favorited Scottish poet. He even has his own monument. Robert was born at Alloway, near Ary. However, while studying his family was bested by financial concerns and he was forced to work as a farm laborer. He had to work in a variety of laboring jobs, but in his spare time he would compose poetry and songs.
In 1786, his first works under the title " Poems, Chiefly in the Scottish Dialect". These included works such as "To a Mouse", and "The Holy Fair". The critical reception and relative success of this publication encouraged Robert to remain in Scotland and he moved to Edinburgh were he became involved in the thriving cultural scene. He was also initiated into the Masons and became the poet laureate of the Edinburgh Freemasons.
A Red, Red Rose
O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun:
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.
And fare thee well, my only Luve
And fare thee well, a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.